Bondhura, ami Tumpa, thaki Paschim Bonger ekta chhoto shohoore. Amar bor byabsha kore, saradin dokanei thake. Barite ami ekai thaki. Eka thakte thakte ekdom bore hoye gechi. Edike amader pasher barite thake Rohan — dekhte sundor, smart. O amake “Boudi” bole dake. O amake dekhle muchki hashi dey, ami o dei. Valomondo jiggesh kore. Evabei kichudin chole jay. Ami bujhte pari Rohaner monobhav, tai ami o oke patta dite thaki. Karôn ami ekai thaki, ekjon manush pele amaro bhalo lagbe. Ar amar bor o amake shomoy dite pare na. Tai bholam, Rohanke diye jodi lagate pari tahole khub bhalo hobe. Kintu ami oke daki na, karôn o jodi amake kharap bhabe? Ar keu jodi dekhe fele. Tai emnitei kotha-barta cholte thake. Kintu o amar moner bhab bujhte pare. Evabei cholchhilo. Ekdin sokale amar bor chole jawar por ami snan kore kapor shukate dichhi, emon shomoy Rohan eshe hajir.